Author's Notes: Hi-ho, hi-ho…to write another chapter we go! What happened to the chicken? What's Bakura so worked up about? What's Big Brother planning? Read on to find out!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Big Brother.
Warning: Revenge…sweet revenge!
Japanese translation: See previous chapters…
Time for some evil, evil revenge…
Chapter 11: 'Chicken Hunt'
By GlitnirGebo
Day 8:
"Here chick-chick-chickie! Here chick-chick-chickie!" Malik cooed. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"
'Any luck?' His yami asked through their mind-link.
'None yet…thankfully, no one else has either.' To be perfectly frank, no one else was really looking for the chicken. The impossible task lay practically forgotten at the back on almost every housemate's mind…almost every. One housemate in particular, however, was having no such luck forgetting…
The diary room…
Bakura continuously paced back and forth across the room, deep in thought. Every few minutes he'd stop his pacing and start to speak aloud, but he never got further than a word or two before he seemed for forget what he was going to say, and start to pace once more. Suddenly, he stopped pacing altogether and flopped down on the leather chair in the middle of the room. "Okay, Big B…I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you everything you want to know, and some things you don't, about the chicken; but only on one condition..."
Behind the mirrors…
There was silence behind the mirrors as Bakura made his request. When he was done one of the Cameraman looked over his shoulder at Big Brother. "Sounds like a reasonable request to me."
Big Brother smiled a smile that would make even Marik quiver in fright. "It does to me too. But I'm not going to answer him yet, where's the fun in that? Besides, there isn't really anything he can tell me that I don't already know. Let him sweat a bit before he confesses."
The Cameraman turned back to the camera. 'What is this, a game show, or a police interrogation?' he chuckled to himself.
The diary room…
Bakura tapped a foot in impatience. Tap, tap, tap. "I know you heard me, Big B., so don't pretend you didn't!" Bakura tried hard not to show how worried he was about what he was doing. He didn't really want to be found out, and who could blame him with the risks involved? But if someone else found the chicken…he would be kicked out for sure.
The yard…
"Here chick-chick-chickie! Here chick-chick-chickie!" Malik continued to coo on the verandah.
'Any luck yet?' Marik asked him again.
'Still none…hold on!' Malik bent down and picked up a tiny feather that was laying on the edge of the verandah. 'Marik…I think I'm close…'
The diary room…
Bakura stopped tapping his foot and got up and started to pace again. A few agonizing minutes later Big Brother finally spoke to give Bakura his answer to the yami's proposed deal…
The yard…
Malik took a few steps forward and spotted another small feather at the bottom of the verandah stairs. He took a few more steps. A large grin spread across his face. 'Marik…get out here. I think I know where the chicken is.' He didn't take his eyes off the small pile of feathers hidden in the bush until his yami was standing beside him. "Are you ready to win Immunity?"
Marik grinned and nodded. He leant down and pushed aside the branches of the bush to find…
The diary room…
"Deal."
Bakura sat back down with a huge grin on his face. He rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and put his fingers together, looking like some kind of evil mastermind. "Then let's get down to business…"
The yard…
…a feathered quilt with a huge rip across it. It must have blown off the clothes line when someone had hung it up to air it out.
"-BEEP!-"
The lounge room…
Ryou sat on his own on one of the lounges, bitting his nails. 'Bakura?' He asked through their mind-link, 'what are you doing?' …silence. Bakura did not reply. Ryou was getting worried. He hadn't seen or heard from his yami since he woke up. Bakura had left the boys bedroom early that morning before anyone else was awake. He seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Ryou wasn't frightened of what his yami must be doing…he was terrified. Bakura knew how to cause trouble. Ryou usually got the blame. Why should it be any different because they were in a house where their every move was being filmed from at least three angles? "Of course!" Ryou couldn't believe how stupid he had been acting. If he wanted to find out where his yami was and what he was doing, all he had to do was ask Big Brother!
Ryou quickly got up and went over to the diary room door. He tried to turn the handle…locked. Ryou sighed and went back to the lounge. At least he couldn't be blamed for whatever his yami was doing. Big Brother would know he didn't do it.
Bakura did not come out of the diary room until late that night.
He was still smiling when he fell asleep…not caring that he no longer had a quilt…
Thanks to the reviewers:
BakaBakurasotherlady: I take it that means you're enjoying the story!
Sirithiliel: Everyone seems to want Bakura to win. Maybe I'll make him win just so everyone won't kill me…or maybe not…but that's quite a while away yet!
Mana-the-Authoress: Or maybe he's a psychopathic idiot with chicken feathers in his hair because he's part chicken?
xIsisx: Because I'm evil! Mwahahahahahaha! Nah, I just can't help having cliffhangers. I don't purposely plan to have cliffhangers…all the time… Here's another one for ya.
Meowth's Toon Dragon: Your mum? Shall I take that as a compliment?
Soon-to-be-Yami'sgirl: bounces up and down Thanks for you review!
Author's Notes: Boy that was fun. I know I'll go to bed smiling tonight. Bet you're wondering about Bakura and Big Brother's deal? Well…you'll just have to come back and read on to find out!
Author's Yami's Notes: Oh, the evilness! ;; I didn't do it, I swear! I did find a pencil though so the next chapter, however… -evil grin- …is all mine!
Please R&R…